Napolilita - What a gal!
I see her sitting with her pal
Beside a secret strait canal
Composing quite a queer chorale

I hear the one begin to sing
About a dear forbidden thing
Surrounded by the flowers of spring
The other simply listening

In both their eyes I see a fire
Of hope for half fulfilled desire
As one the other does admire
And hopes to happiness inspire

They listen to relieve their pain
Weighed down by such uncommon strain
Connected by their spirits twain
They guard their hearts from being slain

The sleepy creep weeps.

walking the graveyard with a torch and a Sack
I once went with only the clothes on my Back
feeling full Force the weight of the Course
I'm obliged to continue along the dark Track

I brave the crowd
It's loud and raucous
Inhale their cloud
Absorb their talking

The songbirds sing
The air is still
The leaves are green
Unlike my will

The trees and songbirds
Pay no mind
No need to worry
But lots to find

I guess it's just logical
Return of the Prodigal
Who traded their pants
For a pair half the size

It's good if you're able
To get yourself stable
With your life in your hands
Not in prejudiced eyes

Pink is a pretty color,
But it might not mean what you think.
See, it's just an optical phenomenon.
It's not there when you blink.

There is no meaning other
Than the socially implied.
So stop your silly monologues
And keep your thoughts inside.

Vocal ingenuity
A generous gratuity
I wish could be removed from me
But I would still write poetry

--Which someone else would have to read
As from the page the inkblots plead
"Give us a voice!" the letters said
Without a voice they would be dead

But no-one reads my poetry
And so its voice is left to me
To show the World, or just to try
Be truly heard before I die

Your pitter patter doesn't matter
The maddest hatter's just a quack.

If you can stand her, take a gander
In your stranger's candy sack.

No-one knows her; lazy dozer
Hangs her clothes up on a rack.

Tired of betting, now regretting
Never getting chances back.

Prepare yourself. Protect yourself.
Show up when people need your help.

'Cause those who hate us will not stop
Till every one of us has dropped.

There is no means we can't employ
Against aggressors who destroy.

Wake up! Get up! Get out of bed!
And fight to live, or end up dead!

A person persuaded me.
Pursing, they persued a path of persuasion, hyperbolically.

Personally, I was persuaded.
Perhaps no persuasion is performed perfectly,
But perfection is not prerogative.

wait no

Highly intelligent individuals
Stay just out of sight
Why do you need to look so hard?
Just let them find themselves

(1) Nun Izraelo diru tiun ĉi:
Se l'Eternulo kun ni ne estus
(2) Se l'Eternulo fore nin lasus
Kiam leviĝis homoj kontraŭ ni
Nian animon provantaj ĉasi

(3) Tiam vorintus certe ili nin,
Kaj tuj glutintus laŭ timo nia;
Tiel estis kolero ilia -
(4) Ĉion dronanta, kiel inundo;
ili nin trenus suben al morto.

(5) Akvo fiera, kun ondoj tiaj -
Tute la teron superfluantaj
Animojn niajn detrukovrantaj.
(6) Benu la Eternulon nun ĉiuj;
Li nin ne donis al iliaj dentoj.

(7) Kiel ĉasbirdo el la kaptilo;
La retoj estas nun disŝiritaj,
Kaj nune estas ni liberitaj.
(8) Helpas nin nur la Nom' de l'Eternul',
Kreinto de la tero kaj ĉiel'.

Yo sí te quiero
Mi caballero
El mundo entero
No quiero más

Yo te ador'
En el resplendor
De nuestro amor
Me siento en paz

Yo sí te quiero
Y siempre espero
Mostrar y verlo
Tu amor además

Am I
Alive

Regret is not a choice
that you can be sure of
making right
here and now
but never again
shall we be free
for all
I cannot know
what
lies above
began
be gone!

Sometimes you wait and nothing happens.
That's why I'm not waiting.

These words are meaningless
It occurs to me this ****
Has never meant a thing
To anyone with wit

This constant flatulence
An endless pattern since
Who the **** knows when
Cues my **** again

My art is all a farce
A heart dissolved in parts
Some rotten, putrid flesh
Forgotten, stupid, vexed

I wish I wasn't born
But quickly just adjourned
Verbosity's a curse
Whose rot gets only worse

My glasses are *****.
The clock says six thirty.
My brain is real flirty.
I'm missing my man.

With scribbles so wordy,
I sit here so boredly.
I miss him so sorely.
We'll meet when we can.

Vorto sugestas objekton.
Frazo komunikas rilaton.
Paragrafo diras historion.
Ĉapitro montras vivon.
Libro enhavas mondon.

The solution:
Electrocution.
I want my tukey fried.

The evolution:
Resolution.
I think I almost tried.

The conclusion:
Absolution.
I guess I haven't died.

From confusion
To inclusion
With those to whom I'm tied.

My poetry *****
I've zero *****
To give my art
My empty heart
Devoid of feel
Has no appeal
Toward the sheep
Who watch me weep
A worthless sound
A spring unwound
Potential spent
Becoming bent
Approaching death
Jehovah saith
He shall be ******
The preacher groaned
In deep denial
We must revile
All things defiled
And we deny
That one divine
These horrors binds
Into our lives
As such we try
In faith to live
As we forgive
Ourselves alone
As He atoned
For us, but you
He would not do
Predestination
An invitation
You can't take
Unless you fake
The way we do
And say it's true
What's in our book
Just take a look
And soon you'll see
Reality
Belongs to me
--I mean to Him
His power's within
My mortal flesh
And who would guess
That it was me
Was meant to be
A chosen one
A pointed gun
At those He hates
His wrath abates
When fire is cold
And time gets old
As was foretold
By prophets bold
Great men of old
Religion sold
The people told
Their word of gold
But on inspection
Their intention
Is control
To be the sole
Proprietors
And keep the people quieter

"So how much will the rental be?", he hollers.
"A thrifty fee of fifty three green dollars."

The party's always over there is nothing more foreign or should I say ingenious say what would Judas priest of On my luck of the Irish coffee in the morning after the rain of terror eyes are up here you go, sir ten death and despair of pants the deer for water keyed entry way to go home is where the heart of the matter.

The everything bagel
Left out on the table
Forgotten has gotten
All moldy and rank

In the ancient one's hovel
Suppose if you grovel
Avoid being boiled
In his scalding hot tank

It'll all be discarded
Make sure that it's guarded
The teachers and leechers
Assemblies to thank

But if you're taking chances
Despite circumstances
Assume that the room
Is just empty and blank

They lead her out in irons
Like butchers lead a sheep
The screaming of the sirens
Awakes the town from sleep

On one arm walks an elder
On the opposite a priest
Behind, an executioner
His eyes raised to the east

Is this not what He wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as Our Father promised
We'll see His enemy die

Around the grim procession
The people come in crowds
To see the wrathful session
Beneath the darkening clouds

Awaiting her arrival
At a place arrayed with skulls
For the sake of their survival
The congregation culls

Is this not what we wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as Our Father promised
We'll see our enemy die

They hold her in position
Her face against a wall
Expecting some contrition
Expecting her to stall

But though her eyes show terror
They also show resolve
No apology for error
No need to be absolved

Is this not all they wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as my father promised
They'll see his enemy die

His weapon at the ready
The headsman heaves a sigh
A lengthy hesitation
That makes her wonder why

She glances past her shoulder
At the killer in his place
And suddenly goes cold
As she sees her father's face

Is this not what you wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as your Father promised
You'll see the enemy die

[Her] Coward!

[Executioner] *******!

[Elders] Demon ****!

[Crowd] ****! ****! ****!

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The old man holds a grimace
And tightly shuts his eyes
His soul he sees as sinless
As fast his weapon flies

Toasty toes
And a frosty nose
And a smile that glows
As along her way she goes

Because on her feet
Are a warm and fuzzy treat
That are tapping down the street
In a lovely laid-back beat

And she sees the stares
And she feels the passing glares
But she hardly even cares
It's a challenge no-one dares

So she walks along
Weaving proudly through the throng
And she sings her carefree song
Just so happy to belong

As her lover and friends
Never judge her based on trends
There's no need to make amends
With a world that just contends

Toasty toes
And a frosty nose
And a smile that glows
As along her way she goes

I never make friends;
My friends make me.
And it happens incredibly infrequently.

I'm naturally passive,
and purposefully patient,
so I'm glad for the gift of assimilation.

The mage with her sage
was cleaning her cage
imagining tragedy's
angels engage

She erected a sigil
protecting her vigil
a palindrome had in Rome
angst to assuage

As she brought out her cards
she thought of the bards
had her spirit inherited
some of their ways?

When she put them away
she had cart loads to say
and the guides of her writing
stayed by her for days!